Page 65 of Rivers and Roads

I pushed into his hand, letting myself take the pleasure for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” I admitted. I opened my eyes to look at him again. “I’m sorry if…”

“No,” he interrupted again. “I don’t need a heat to be with you—to bond with you, to knot you, to know you’re mine.”

I shuddered beneath him, then lifted my head to meet him halfway for the messy, desperate kiss. His tongue fucked into my mouth the way his cock would do in my ass later, and my only real regret was not having slick to make the moment more convenient.

It didn’t really matter though. He reached over into the nightstand and pulled out the small bottle we’d purchased before settling into Talia and Cameron’s place. When he popped the cap, I spread my legs, and he pushed one of my knees toward my chest before dipping his head down and taking a taste.

I bit the side of my fist to keep from howling, but it was a damn near thing as his tongue pushed all the way inside. His hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently in his palm, then he curled it around my cock and began to stroke as he sat up and pressed two fingers inside me.

“I’m going to knot you,” he said. “I feel it. I can’t…I can’t stop it.”

“I want it,” I told him. It was going to hurt, it would threaten to split me in half, but I didn’t care. I needed to be full of him. “More. Stretch me more.”

He added more lube, and a third finger, and then his fourth. I was thrashing against the bed when his thumb slipped inside, and I swore I couldn’t take more before he dribbled more lube and slipped his hand in.

My eyes popped open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. I had only ever been this full on his knot—and never this aware. The heat had gripped me by the throat, and now I could feel every single inch of his body inside me.

I needed everything.

“Please,” I begged, the word garbled and broken, but he seemed to understand.

Gently pulling his hand away, he swiped it on the bed before coating his cock and pressing the head inside. There was no resistance this time, and I wasn’t sure if it was the last vestiges of the Omega in me accommodating my Alpha, or his skill at stretching me wide, but it didn’t matter.

What mattered was the moment was perfect. What mattered was that I could feel him—not just inside my body, but inside my soul. I blinked, and in the dark, I could see the faint glowing bond wrapping around us once more. It was weak, flickering in and out, but I was desperate to keep it this time.

“Please,” I murmured as he began to thrust. I could feel the base of his dick swelling, pushing against me. “Zane, I need you.”

“I’m right here,” he said. He pressed a palm to my cheek, and I met his gaze.

“No,” I told him. I turned my head and bared my neck to him. “Don’t you see it?”

He was silent for a long time, but I felt the pressure inside me increase as he grew. His arms began to shake, and the bigger he got, the more locked inside me. He grazed my prostate with his next thrust, and pleasure shot through my limbs so intense, I saw stars.

“I see it,” he finally said, breathless. “Orion. Orion, are you…”

“I’m sure,” I told him. My words trembled in my mouth, and I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t feel his fangs sinking into me. My cock throbbed, and I clenched around him. “I need you.”

He understood this time. One hand gripped my hip, his thrusts becoming shallow, hard, hitting my prostate as his belly grazed my dick. The friction was unbearable, and I felt my balls tighten as his hot breath ghosted over my neck.

He let out a quiet grunt, and then his knot popped in. Pain and pleasure ripped at me as I lost my breath, and then—before I exploded—his fangs broke the skin.

For a moment, I swore I left my body. It felt like I had become light, and air, and sound. I was formless, waves of pleasure rippling through the room, and then I slammed back into myself. The awareness was almost painful, stretched around his knot, watching blood dribble down his chin as he pulled away.

Our eyes locked, then he leaned in and licked over the wound until I felt my skin start to knit back together. This time it would scar. This time, it would leave something behind that only death could take from us.

“You’re mine.” I echoed his words against his ear.

He turned my head and claimed me with a kiss, and I tasted salt and blood on his tongue. It was perfect. It was everything we were meant to be.

Epilogue

ZANE

Walking into the meeting, I felt strange. Everything about me was the same, and yet, my life had been twisted inside out and left upside down. I had been captured and bound, stripped apart and put back together again. And somehow, I had come out of it bound to the only Wolf I had ever wanted to fall for.

I wouldn’t have even bothered showing up to the meeting. Waking up naked, smelling my seed dribbling out of Orion’s loose hole, all I wanted was to fuck him again. Then again. And then one more time.

Then I wanted to spend the day feeding him and holding him and making him come until he had nothing left to spend.

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